Cage Time Complications

In the last couple of days we've heard via email from a long time reader, John, who also publishes his own blog http://exquisitedungeon.com/, (Exquisite Dungeon). Mistress was curious when I read her John's emails and asked to peruse his blog. She was particularly drawn to some illustrations of women (John's mistress?) with keys on chains around their necks.

"Hmmm..... that would certainly be a good way to both remind you who's in charge, and make other folks curious..."

"As in, 'gee Molly, what's that key for?'"

"Exactly, slave....."

I suspect Jay would know exactly what the key was for if Mistress wore it over to his house for one of their lunch time or sleepover dates.

This morning I noticed on tumblr a photo of another way to not so subtly display a Mistress's key:

Although in this case, I'd worry that the key could easily get kicked  off and end up on the pavement somewhere. Hopefully there is a back-up key at home?

Another interesting story line popped up on Terri's blog, A Married Sissy, who discovered on Tumblr a card that one unfortunate cage wearer is required to give to random strangers to disclose his status as a cage wearer:

The back of the card has a description of why this fellow wears a cage, and a place for the stranger to initial so the keyholder knows her submissive is following orders.

This development ties in with a recent article about a transgender air traveler who got delayed in Orlando recently by TSA because of confusion when "she" went through the scanner, which disclosed an "anomaly" in the region of her crotch.

TSA claimed that the staff in Orlando was simply following the applicable "protocol" for such travelers.

Could the same thing happen to traveling cage wearers?  Is there a "protocol" for TSA to follow when they notice a steel or plastic anomaly affixed to one's genitals? And maybe a helpful carrying card could help persuade TSA to "stand down" under some circumstances.

All this makes me feel a little guilty that I've been dodging cage time in recent weeks.

Almost.

Mistress's Return

Mistress spent the night at her lover Jay's house on Monday.

Slave dutifully prepared dinner for our "home for the time being" daughter, and spent the evening doing seemingly manly things - catching up on my alma mater's showtime football show, and watching a bit of the Jets and Colts on ESPN.  I scrupulously followed the "no touch" rule, and heard from Mistress by text or over the phone several times during the evening and then again Tuesday morning.  She seemed to be enjoying her evening "out"

It's always a little bit lonely in that big bed without her, but she does deserve the occasional "night out", in this case with a certain guy rather than the "girls".....

And the reunion is always special, isn't it?

When I got home after work she was napping on our bed in one of those foxy black nighties she is fond of.

"I hate to say it slave, but I didn't get much sleep last night....."

She sent me off on a solo bike ride, while she rested a little more. Then I was able to enjoy worshiping those well used clean shaven folds.

She mentioned that I wasn't the only one who had spent some time "down there" in the last 24 hours.

"Jay loves to do that too slave.... I think he likes it almost as much as you do....."

And while she was a little too tuckered to allow me my sexual privileges last night, I made sure to worship her one more time before we both got some shut eye.

But I have a feeling she'll let Slave break his sad 48 hour abstinence streak  this morning.

Excuses, Excuses

Mistress is annoyed.

She has a sleepover date with her lover Jay tonight -- the first in what I think seems like forever to her.

She wants her slave to be properly secured away in his cage. And she's right to suspect that Slave has come up with too many excuses on this front all summer long.

"First, it's the bike riding slave...."

She has indulged my biking to work and understands that cock cages and bike saddles don't mix well.

But this.....

Slave has some medical testing scheduled this week. Nothing involving my own health. A little too complicated to explain on this page. But my mission today is to collect 24 hours worth of pee. Which means I have to piss into a container all day, keeping a cooler with some ice in my office to keep my bodily fluids chilled and fresh. 

"But I can't piss into a bottle with a cage on, Mistress!"

She gets it, but she's not happy. 

"You seem to come up with more and more creative excuses to avoid cage time, slave."

I'm clearly not as disciplined as our compadre Terri over at "A Married Sissy", who is up to 92% cage time this year.  He even wore his plastic cage through airport security last week.  He is a lot more macho (if that's the word) than this slave! 

At least I tried my best to make up for my "disability" yesterday.  I deployed Mistress's favorite power tool yesterday morning, delivering a nice, shuddering cum before she rode my cock to another one.

And when I returned from the Pussycats' game yesterday - a stirring victory over the Bolts - I made sure to worship with extra devotion.

Tonight, I'll be fixing dinner for me and our daughter here at the UCTMW World HQ while I contemplate Mistress cavorting with her lover through the night and into the morning. But not in my cage.

Bummer. 

Cuckold Update

Poor Mistress.

With our travels and Jay's family and child care issues, it's been more than a month since she's been able to exploit her "contractual rights" to sex with other guys. She may be getting tired of the routine devotions of her loyal slave/husband.

Thursday night she was hoping for a sleepover. Instead there was just a sushi dinner before Jay had to go back and help with a very sick parent.

There was a bit of a wrinkle in that dinner though.

"I may have been holding Jay's hand across the table when the Taylor's [fabricated name] walked in with their daughter, slave.... I don't think they noticed.  We said hello and I introduced Jay as a 'friend'...."

I guess this can be the risk of open cuckolding. But there's nothing wrong with a married lady having a sushi dinner in town with a male acquaintance, is there?

Things may be looking up this week though.

Jay and Mistress have a sleepover scheduled for Monday night. Mistress's "cover story" for our daughter will be a brief out-of-town business trip.

But that's not until tomorrow.  In the meantime, I'd better pick up my game to make sure Mistress is properly serviced....